I got the call a month ago. Chemo to the brain, my brother told me. When my sister-in-law Dori came on the line, she complained that she was bored and wanted to get up and walk the hospital corridors. "How do you feel," I asked. "I need to get home and get back to my walks," she said. She's always called them "my" walks, which I hadn't noticed until now. "Time for my morning walk." or "Oh, I missed my walk today!" People who walk for exercise call it "a" walk. People who hate to walk just.... walk. But people like Dori who are passionate about moving their body claim them as their own, a part of who they are.
I hung up and immediately turned to Google, who, like a mean girlfriend, always has a way of telling me information in a harsher way than necessary. Hema Onc, the treatment is nicknamed. No one is fooled by this cruelly cute-sounding lingo; it stands for Hematology-Oncology, the AK-47 of chemotherapy.
Dori is the new 53. She looks a decade younger and has always been in great shape--watching her weight, eating healthy even before it was fashionable. And before her romance with walking, she was a runner. She never smoked and doesn't drink. She takes Ginkgo biloba and other new-agey supplements--organic, of course. She ran a 5K this past Mother's Day and won her age division and had her picture taken on the podium with the Chik-fil-A mascot.
After the race she had a blinding headache which she dismissed as an after-effect of the heat. After a few days, the headache was still there and she called her doctor. The breast cancer she'd conquered a decade ago didn't really cross her mind.
Two days, dozens of tests and a lifetime later, they put a shunt in her skull and her new life began. It must be like stepping off a cliff - when you do everything right and damned if something bad doesn't happen anyway. It's as basic and terrifying as that. Except that Dori has faith.
Author Barbara Winter said, "When you come to the edge of all the light that you know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly."
Faith, for Dori, is not just something she believes in her head, but now it is something she is experiencing in her body. It's Faith in motion.
The morning after I arrived, she was knocking on my door at 6:00 am, telling me I had seven minutes, if I wanted to go on her walk with her. We had to beat the heat of Atlanta she said. And beating the heat seems to be how Dori is living her life now. It would be so easy to lose your cool in her shoes. Instead, she seems more awake to life than ever.
Despite twice weekly brain chemo and thrice weekly radiation sessions, she did a 10K race on July 4th, The Peachtree Road Race, with her daughter Lauren. No one could talk her out of it and truthfully, with a diagnosis like hers, who are we to tell her what she CAN'T do? She needed to walk most of the race, she even danced a few paces at mile five, when the fans on the side of the road boomed some inspiring tunes. She was determined to run the last one hundred yards, in 95 degree heat. And although a 90 year old man passed her, and she came in 55,000th out of 60,000 runners, she did it. The take-home (meaning take-heart) message for all of us is this: She did it.
She's always liked to garden and has kept her bird feeders full, but now, she was filled with a new, deeper appreciation for the simplest of pleasures -- the squirrels and hummingbirds in her own backyard. Seeing these animals through her eyes became amazing, like I was seeing these simple creatures for the first time. I'm almost fifty years old and to think, I'd never stopped to watch the magic of a hummingbird drink at his feeder.
I asked her about her attitude of optimism. She told me she used to be negative, back in the early days of her marriage to my brother, but that she learned that she needed to become more positive if she wanted her kids and her husband, and herself to be happy. She taught herself, she said. Also, she described her faith in God and what I recognized in her, from my years of talking about it in yoga classes, was enlightenment. She was enlightened.
I watched her closely because I've always been impatient with living like that, merely normally, and here she was showing me what a gift it is to live exactly like that, living the everyday life, with all it's ho-humness and regularity so that each moment takes on a vertical dimension of depth; so that a bird at the feeder becomes a miracle.
We talked a lot, although I noticed that the small talk seemed too small and the big talk felt too gigantic to mention. Her daily examples of grace and presence, to the small gifts each moment presented, felt like a new calisthenic, challenging a deconditioned muscle in my heart -- not my anatomical heart, but my emotional heart. She had some new moves to show me that I will never learn in Zumba class.
It occurred to me that Dori knows instinctively how to be courageous. Acts of courage don't always take place near burning buildings, you know. This week they are taking place in Madison, Georgia, in her heart and soul and on her back porch. On July 4th, one took place at the finish line of The Peachtree Road Race.
Dori has her ear to the ground to pick up the soft sound of Divine direction, rather than the confusing, sometimes blinding message from Hema Onc.
I'm back home now, but not without having learned a few new moves from my new trainer Dori. And like her, I'll keep taking my vitamins. I'll keep trying to do everything right. And if something bad happens anyway, I'll try to beat the heat like Dori and see if I can remember this incomprehensible sentence: Cancer can come bearing gifts. It can change your life for better by teaching you what's important. You get your priorities straight. You stop wasting time. You hug more. You tell your people you love them. If it wasn't for the bad part, having cancer would be the best thing and everyone would want some. And that is so true. Except for the bad part.
Penny Hoff is a health/ lifestyle/fitness coach, with two hip replacements, who has over 25 years of experience, teaching exercise classes and inspiring aging athletes who want to get their active lifestyle back. She believes we can all stay younger for longer by taking charge of our health and fitness issues which limit us. She is the owner of Penny's Workout World. You can find her website at newhiptips.com.